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Logan had never been the sort of child who tip-toed down the stairs to see what Santa had brought. He'd learned the hard way that peeking at presents never ended in anything but punishment. Not to mention the fact that Aaron had made quick work of ruining any dreams of Santa by telling Logan he wasn't real at a very young age.

There was no room for make-believe at the Echolls home. Not that it had ever been easy to get lost in a dream world in a house full of violence and anger anyeway.

So on Christmas morning, Logan didn't slip out of bed. Instead he slid closer to Jack, holding the other man tightly and letting himself be grateful for what he thought was the best gift he could get that year.

Jack.

Jack was still there. Logan hadn't managed to chase him off or ruin what they had. He hadn't lost the other man to someone better. If anything, he'd gained more and more of Jack as time went by- and that was all Logan really wanted this year.

Nuzzling the other man's neck, he hummed softly and then whispered, "Merry Christmas, Jack."

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The leather was stiff and held its shape as Jack slipped it around his neck. He didn't buckle it, just left it there to hang, and returned to digging in the chest. Every now and then he broke the silence with an 'ooh' or a laugh, grinning madly once hed finally emptied it. That was when he turned to Logan, caught him by the face, and kissed him soundly.

"I love it," he said, his Adam's apple bobbing against the unorgiving collar.

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Logan laughed into the kiss, his fingers trailing over the leather as he smiled. "Good. It would have really sucked if you'd hated it," he laughed, relaxing a little and sitting back on his heels.

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"Not a chance," Jack replied, rocking orward and following Logan...which put him on his hands and knees before the other man.

"I guess this means I need to get dressed and go get yours, huh?"

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Logan hummed thoughtfully, leaning in as if he was about to kiss Jack, only to pull away at the last moment with a smirk.

"Yep," he grinned, clearly getting the slightest bit of pleasure from denying Jack a kiss. "After we're done though, you can pick what we do next," he decided.

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After a flash of disappointment clouded his face, Jack smiled and nodded. A moment later he was on his feet and heading for the stairs. He took them two at a time and left the collar on the bed as he dressed quickly. When he came back down, his boots clomped loudly on each stair. He had on his coat and hat and gloves and made straight for the door.

"I'll be right back," he said, then stepped out into the cold.

He'd kept the gift in Mark's old, abandoned hut. It was exactly as he'd left it, wrapped in foil paper and tied with coppery wire. It wasn't light and he had to work to get it back to the hut. He couldn't manage the door and hang onto it, so he kicked the door lightly to knock, making the jingle bells on the wreath rattle and chime.

"Lemme in!" he called.

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Logan opened the door a crack, peeking at the gift, and then opened it all the way. "I can't believe you hit it outside of our hut. I don't snoop for presents," he insisted, huffing a little and then rolling his eyes.

Jack hadn't been out long, but he looked cold, and Logan cupped the other man's face with warm hands before kissing him and tugging him towards the fire.

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He laid the package near the tree and ollowed Logan to the fire. The temperature had dipped and the bit of a breeze stole the heat from his skin.

"I know you wouldn't have snooped, but I wanted it to really be a surprise," he said, gesturing to the package that looked like a poorly wrapped skate board, though from how Jack carried it, it was far heavier than that. In act, it looked quite a bit like a skate board- or a miniature surf board. Except it was metal and had a casing over the bottom that concealed who-knew-what...

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Curious, Logan tugged off the wrapping and turned the heavy board over in his hands. It looked like- well, a half finished skate board was what it looked like, bu that wasn't what it was. He knew that much.

"What is it?" he asked curiously, noticing a button on the side and putting it down slowly.

With Jack you never knew. It looked innocent, but it could be a gun from the future or something... Nothing would surprise him.

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"It's a hoverboard," Jack explained. "I had one kind of like it when I was a kid. I found it in a cupboard in the TARDIS- who knows why the Doctor has one stored away. He probably has twenty. So...I fixed it up and got the power supply up to a hundred percent...I thought you might like it. It's not quite like surfing, but I think you'll have fun."

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"Wait- seriously? It's a hoverboard? Like- like in movies or whatever?" he asked, startled and obviously impressed.

"...Are you sure it's okay to give me this?" he asked suddenly. "I mean, did you ask him?"

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"I found it when I was getting stuff together or the fridge. He said I could just take anything," Jack shrugged. "It's not as if it's doing anyone any good just sitting in the shoe cupboard. So...yeah. I stole it and fixed it for you."

Jack grinned. He hadn't thought of it as stealing at all at the time. The Doctor trusted Jack in the TARDIS and one little old toy missing from the vast stores of things was no big deal. It wouldn't be any different than taking some clothes from the wardrobe.

But stealing it...the very idea made him feel a bit like his old self.

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Logan couldn't help but laugh at Jack's face when the other man started talking about stealing. He looked so pleased with himself, just like he always did when he was doing something shady.

Logan kind of loved that about him.

"Thanks," Logan said, putting the board to the side and leaning in to kiss Jack again, and then again. There was something about the way Jack lit up that really turned Logan on, making him want to encourage all of the other man's bad habits all the time.

They'd been so good lately, Logan was ready to be bad. ...He was ready to start pushing Jack's buttons. Starting small, he deliberately knocked a few of the ornaments off the tree as he got to his feet- Leaving them on the floor, even when one shattered.

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"Hey!" Jack protested, once again cleaning up after the younger man. He carefully picked up the curved pieces of broken glass and carried them gingerly to the garbage bin.

"You know, if I wasn't around, you'd just live in crap. You'd move to a new hut after you filled one up with trash and couldn't even get to your bed."

He was only half teasing. When Logan lived in the Hamlet his place had been decent enough. Messy, but not tragic. It seemed like now that he had Jack to take care of cleaning, Logan didn't even try most of the time. And sometimes...sometimes it really got on Jack's nerves.

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Logan looked at Jack as if he was waiting for the other man to get to the point, and then rolled his eyes.

"So? You like keeping stuff neat, I don't care that much- it balances things out," he said, knowing full well he was just winding Jack up. "Besides, it's just not in my nature to be tidy. I never had to be. Even when I was a baby, there was someone there to pick up my toys," he grinned.

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"I don't like it. I just do it," Jack shot back. It wasn't anything he could help- it had been drilled into him until there really wasn't any option but to keep things orderly and tidy.

"I'm not your fucking nanny, you know," he added darkly, washing his hands just in case there was any glass on them. "And just because I like taking care of you doesn't mean I like cleaning up your shit. You don't need to be so lazy."

So maybe he was pushing a few buttons of his own. But it felt good. Normal. Christmas or not, confessions or not, Jack couldn't help himself. He couldn't be fawning all over Logan all the time. Be nice for too long practically made him itch.

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"If you were my nanny, this relationship would be way more kinky," Logan smirked, stepping in closer. "I don't need you to take care of me- I don't need you to clean. No one's making you. I never asked you to. I'd clean it up eventually, you just can't stand waiting. You can't stand having a damn thing out of place."

He was getting himself worked up as he spoke, and with one causal wave of his hand, he broke another ornament. "You can't stand a mess, yet you live with me. Fucking masochist."

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Logan was close enough that Jack's first impulse may have been the worst. He lifted his hands and shoved him away- of course it was toward the tree and the slightest disturbance had more ornaments dropping to the floor and shattering like delicate grenades.

"Fuck you," he snarled. Not exactly a sentiment in the holiday spirit.

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Staggering back, Logan had to catch himself to stop himself from falling into the tree, though he still hit it hard enough to knock more ornaments to the floor.

The floor was covered in sparkling bits of glass now, the tree looking more and more bare and far less jolly. "You're such a dick," he snapped, suddenly feeling guilty about ruining the tree and hating Jack for ruining it even more.

It had started off as a game, but he wasn't getting the reaction he wanted at all. "Whatever, I'm not in the mood for this, he decided, shoving Jack out of the way and heading off to get the broom.

He could clean. Jack wanted him to clean? Fine, he'd fucking clean, and Jack could- Jack could go to hell.

So much for a quick roll in the sheets. Apparently Logan had hit the wrong buttons this time.

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Jack jerked the broom rom Logan's hands and tossed it aside.

"Leave it," he sneered. You don't give a crap about it anyhow." And then, as if to prove he was the opposite of a masochist, Jack grabbed Logan by the ront of the shirt and hauled him close. Once upon a time, he'd admitted, he ought with Logan because that was all he could get...pretty much. But he'd told Logan how hed wanted him. How long he'd wanted him. How much he'd wanted him. And now that he had him? He still ound himself wanting to fight.

"You really think I'm a masochist?" he asked, digging his fingers into Logan's side, into the tender nerve cluster. "Never thought there could be another reason, asshole?"

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Logan cried out as Jack's fingers attacked the cluster of nerves, trying to jerk away as he gasped for breath.

"Bastard," he swore, his hand shaking as he shoved at the other man and swung low, hitting Jack's side with his fist. "You're hurting me," he hissed.

Not that he cared. Not that he'd ever cared. With Jack, pain and pleasure were all the same- and while Logan hadn't been looking to fight, he'd take what he could get.

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Jack took a step back and a part of an ornament crunched into dust beneath his shoe. When he looked at Logan, his chin ducked and his eyes blazing and dark. The thrill of a ight shot through him, burning hot and making something in his chest catch- not to mention shooting straight to his crotch.

"I'm good at it, aren't I?" he smirked, feigning with his right while his left ist arced from his hip to sucker punch the younger mans unguarded stomach.

"You like it most of the time. Beg for it like a bitch."

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Logan crumpled slightly, the truth of Jack's words hitting him harder than the punch and filling him with shame.

He did love it. Needed it sometimes. Nothing got him off more than the pain Jack could give him, and he closed his eyes for a moment.

He knew what Jack wanted though- he knew he other man wanted a fight- and if Logan was good at giving anything, it was a damn good fight.

Straightening up, he growled as he swung in return, once and then again. The first punch was high, catching Jack's jaw, but the next was low, catching Jack in the stomach once and then again. "At least I have the balls to ask for what I need sometimes," he snarled.

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Jack grunted and staggered back, hitting the wall and banging his head. All he could think of was how good Logan had gotten at fighting since those first few times on the beach. The beach that was now contained, a bit of it anyway, in a little vial sitting in a chest.

"You ask for everything, you greedy little shit," he countered, pushing off the wall and swinging hard and fast. "Nothing's ever enough, is it?"

He grabbed onto Logan's shirt and pulled hi close, tugging and shoving and jerking him around the room. His jeans just kept getting tighter and he ached to get closer to the younger man. It was the most fucked up foreplay and he knew it. He just couldn't seem to care. Not when pain bloomed along his jaw and made him want to kiss Logan hard enough to make his jaw throb. Not when the flat smack o knuckles against skin only made him think of other obscene sounds of skin against skin. The more he thought o it, the more the air in the room filled with the heady pheromones of Jack's desire.

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"Fuck you!" Logan snapped, struggling hard and kicking the other man's shin as he shoved his hand in his face to push him away.

"Smug, stuck up, asshole," Logan growled, drawing his hand back and slapping Jack hard. "God, you're such a hypocrite. I want pain? I'm not the one about to burst out of my fucking pants," he snarled, making sure Jack knew he'd noticed the visible bulge.

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"You hitting me...not the reason, he replied breathlessly, then threw a punch right for Logan's jaw. "It's watching you. It's all about you, isn't it? There's nothing in the world like getting you to say stop."

And then he unleashed, fists and knees, elbows and feet, Jack kicked and hit and shoved Logan around. All through it, the fire burned merrily and the lights on the tree twinkled. Outside was the sound of sleigh bells and the train, but all Jack ocused on was Logan. How he sounded, how he looked-

Jack's gaze dropped to Logan's crotch, too.

"Doesn't look like you hate it, either."